Under the gloomy sky, several mastled boats slowly moved forward on the gray sea. In autumn, the cold wind blew, and the swollen sails revealed the pattern of the nettle whip on it.

Standing on the deck of the Meditation, an iron axe in black leather armor looked at the hazy and visible shadow of the island in the distance. The extreme desire in his heart made his eyes squint unconsciously.

"Iron Axe Corps, I still think it's inappropriate for us to go to sea without authorization against King Baron's ban." The middle-aged mate behind him leaned close to him and said in a low voice, his face full of wind and frost was full of worries.

"Even the priest of the drowning man cannot stop the iron people from going to sea. That is the natural rights given to us by God of Drowning, and no one can take them away." The captain in black, known as the Iron Axe, snorted coldly when he heard this, "How can Baron compare to God of Drowning?"

"But if King Baron finds out about this, he—"

"Will he kill all of us?"

The captain's rhetoric asked the first mate's face changed, but then he smiled dryly and comforted himself: "Although King Baron is not as gentle as the boss, he doesn't look like a too strict person."

"So what are you afraid of? Baron hasn't even settled into the sea stone position yet. Do you think he has enough strength to care about our code?" said the black-clothed iron axe, grinning.

"Besides, we are just going out to fish, but we can't do anything."

He said this, but his eyes covetously looked at the faint shadow of the island.

There is no need to use force. Just appear around the seas of that island and you can get a considerable reward. This is a very cost-effective deal for Captain Iron Axe who has been ruled peacefully for a long time and even is so poor that he is so poor.

However, in fact, he had another idea in his heart, or what they were more eager for was the ancient road on which the iron races relied on before the founding of the Targaryen Dynasty was a way of burning, killing and plundering, rather than guarding the poor sea to fish and mining.

Unfortunately, it's not the time...

Thinking of this regretfully, a white shadow suddenly flashed past the iron axe. The strange appearance made the captain in black suddenly raise his head. After a few glances, he frowned, and then signaled his deputy next to him to take a bow and aim at it.

He was aiming at a white bird, and now he was soaring around the three-masted sail. His slow appearance seemed leisurely and unconsciously, and he didn't realize that he had been targeted.

So when an arrow shot away, it was nailed to the wooden pole without any reaction time. After struggling for a while, it seemed to be motionless.

This accurate archery technique made several sailors not far away applaud. Captain Iron Axe laughed and scolded them a few times. Then, under his command, a sailor climbed up the mast like a monkey and rushed towards the place where the arrow hit.

At first, the sailor didn't understand why his leader shot a seabird and insisted on him to pick it up. But when he gradually climbed up to the target, he was shocked to find that the one who was shot was not a bird, but a glove.

A small white glove that is rippling with the sea breeze.

"What a strange thing, what kind of wind can blow it like a bird?"

The murmur in his heart did not hinder the young sailor's movements. He held it with one hand on the wooden pole. He used his other hand to force the arrow that pinned the gloves, and then bit the gloves into his mouth.

Then the young sailor began to climb down.

During this period, he felt that the thing in his mouth seemed to be moving a little abnormally, but the sea breeze was already very strong, and the sailor didn't care much, so he jumped back to the deck and handed the gloves that fluttered in the wind to his captain.

However, just as he was strange, the sailors around him were shocked by this.

"Did you hide the bird and use these gloves to fool our Captain Iron Axe?"

"Are you a fool, Doron? Look at the material of this glove, it's much more precious than a bird!"

"Why is it a glove?"

"How do I know?"

The captain in black, who was standing at the end of the deck, ignored the crew's comments, but stared at the white gloves in his hand and frowned without saying a word.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that the thing in his hand seems to be moving by himself, rather than the wind blowing around him...

Thinking of it, seeing the gloves in his hand suddenly flipped and fell towards the deck, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed them tightly.

But just as the captain in black did this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitations. After a moment of dazed expression, he couldn't help looking at the many crew members behind him.

An idea came to my mind inexplicably.

The ancient road is immortal.

...

The sound of the wooden swords constantly colliding in the courtyard of a certain castle was dull and loud, and they were wrapped in armor made of wood chips. The two boys were practicing sweaty, and they might have consumed a lot of physical strength. At this time, their every move seemed very clumsy.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Master Garland, what's wrong with you today? Haven't you eaten enough??"

A middle-aged coach wearing brown and black leather trousers was standing not far away with his chest, his light brown hair tied into a ponytail behind his head, and his brown eyes stared at the movements of the two boys, and he scolded him from time to time.

At the same time, with the hot training atmosphere in the courtyard, crisp and leisurely harp notes floated from above, mixed with the sound of weapon attacks and footsteps, and inexplicably felt like a battle background sound.

"What a stupid brain, Tobu, you obviously have the chance to knock on his head, why do you always hit him according to his arm? Do you think this is a child playing house? If you were so restricted in the real battle, you would have been killed by the enemy long ago!"

The coach's voice was a little angry. The scolded boy turned red after hearing this, and he felt quite ashamed. However, his opponent was not very good at this training. His fat figure was already a little clumsy, and the mean coach even sarcastically sarcasticly said a few words from time to time.

"Master Garland, do you know why the pig raised by Wilder is always beaten?"

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't know how to hide!"

The fat boy felt angry and felt even more aggrieved when he heard this.

"I can't help but listen to Renli's harp, so I'm distracted..."

He said as he glanced at the guy sitting on the wooden railing on the attic diagonally above. The black-haired boy who was the same age as him, but without training, was playing the harp in his arms leisurely on his face, was so annoying in the eyes of the fat boy.

"Don't make excuses, Master Garland, the sounds on the real battlefield are much more harsh than these!"

The coach said and looked at the green-eyed boy opposite the fat boy.

"Look, although I can't let go, Tobu was not affected by those sounds."

The coach's words made the boy named Tobu turn red again. After carefully looking at the fat boy opposite, he looked at his young master diagonally as if he asked for help.

As a civilian child, he was now arranged to be with the children of a noble family, which made him very restrained. The coach's praise for him was even more panicked.

Although this practice has lasted for more than two months, the shy boy is still very nervous about it.

However, facing his gaze, the young master who was obliquely above just showed him an encouraging smile, and the harp in his hand sucked and spit out a cheerful talisman.

So Tobu had to continue practicing with a nervous mood.

The sound of the harp sounded again, which seemed to be a kind of elegant and rhythmic music, and it seemed to be played casually. The two boys who were focused on fighting ignored it (or tried to ignore it), but some men and women passing by on the loft corridor could not ignore it.

As a result, with praise or attention, the "experience bar" of someone's minstrel's profession is slowly increasing with an unsensible situation.

Yes, increase.

Although it was not shown on the system panel, Lan Li, who was immersed in playing, could still feel a vague feeling of inconspicuous power gathered with him by the attention of people around him, which was completely different from what he did when he was practicing alone.

Lan Li believes that this is the right way to advance to his career. The way to practice alone at the beginning was actually the wrong way.

After all, the skills included in his knight profession are basically quite good, but the level is still introductory. In addition, the situation he faced when he obtained the knight profession, he easily guessed some of the joints—

Only when doing related behaviors can the corresponding profession he has to improve nutrition.

Why is this happening? Lan Li is not sure, just like he was unable to understand the specific situation of his left hand more than two months ago without the experiment.

For such extraordinary things, he just vaguely guessed that these might be the power of belief, but only God knows what the specific one is.

Anyway, he could feel that if this continues, his profession will advance sooner or later, so he doesn't pay much attention to why, but it is another unknown when he will advance.

Thinking of it, his moving fingers suddenly stopped, then he quickly threw away his previous sloppy appearance, sat upright and began to play with his head down, pretending to be immersed in the ocean of music.

Unfortunately, his behavior was not hidden from others' eyes. The silver-haired woman who was walking towards her was frowning, and then her steps accelerated, causing a group of maids following her to rush to chase after her.

"Behave properly, not like a country rogue, Lanley."

The woman said to the black-haired boy as soon as she approached, and then continued to say seriously without waiting for the other party to respond: "Come with me. Although the time is wrong, I need to teach you the issue of sitting etiquette again."

Lan Li blinked and then followed her honestly. A fat boy below caught a gloating laughter after seeing this situation, and then was scolded by the mean coach...
Chapter completed!